A Social Meteor — page 203: what you’re looking at

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A SOCIAL METEOR. 193 for me, or rather, for the money I had when you married me? Living with ‘mamma’ somewhere in the backwoods, more than likely waiting upon yourself; not riding around in seal-skins and diamonds.” ‘There were others—” she retorted. ‘‘Then I wish to the heavens above they had you,” he interrupted, savagely, jumping up from the table. “And now, since we’re on the subject, I may as well be as frank as you’ve been, and show as much consideration for you as you did forme. If you’ve run up any big bills in New York, let me tell you I won’t pay them. No, not one cent will I give you for any confounded niilliners or dressmakers down there, and if any come in, I’ll put you out of the house, neck and crop the next minute, do you understand? I I will, so help me Jupiter.” And he shook his fat forefinger at her threateningly and left the room. “Then, if that’s so, we might as well say good- by now,” she called out, laughing scornfully, “for depend upon it, you’ll get some terrors.” But she wasted her breath for he had gone into the library, banging the door after him. SS Eomichboo (E@)